Log Horizon

The operation was transferred to execution after a four-day preparatory period from the following day.

In the word tight, the raw schedule miraculously accomplished everything on schedule, despite the blinding haste and the pace at which everyone thought it was impossible to go beyond the limits.

The three parties who made the plans had their own murderous schedule feats and responsibilities.

Marielle, the caretaker sister of Kansai Valve, who is also the guild leader and admirer of the Mitsuki Alliance, said, "Our accounting is amazing. I'll take care of the numbers. There's not a single misreading. If Henrietta keeps her books, she'll be a hell of a ghost, but she'll be an angel with a trumpet, and she'll sit down and pee and apologize."

Henrietta, who is that accountant and a girl who looses her honey-colored wavy hair, said, "I know what my ability to manage was. It is the spitefulness of the planning, which is unlikely to be forgiven or reproached by Master Shiloe, that is the outrage of speech. Totally siloed. Sounds like a joke. You should have named me Black Chloe. If Akatsuki wasn't here, she'd be holding me." I don't know if she's praising me or not. Rate me.

Speaking of scattered down silhouettes, fix the falling glasses and say, "I'm just aware of my blackness. It's a good place for kids. It's no match for Sister Mari's nature. Even tired members would work another job if they were encouraged to smile like that. If it's to get praise from Sister Mari, even zombies are going to come back to life and serve you," she said with a straight face. He said he was pretty serious.

Anyway, due to the schedule set up by the three of them, Akatsuki and Naota were originally used by everyone in the Mitsuki Alliance until they became a snag. If you try to be an inexperienced Alliance guild member, you are a "dead line" at this point. Each exhortation revives the zombies as if they were zombies, and the plan begins in the morning by completing all preparations.

That morning.

Gradually, the sun rises faster and temperatures increase. Temporary, albeit somewhat cheap, stores emerged in three locations in the city of Akiba at the beginning of the summer.

A strut with bamboo duly cut and tied to wood to meet. The massive tent, made of sunset canvas, looks like a venue for a monster or bazaar, with vibrant decorative cloth shaking. Apparently, the bi-headed carriage has been remodeled. The central platform and this is the only fine wooden counter.

Although the location varies slightly, each of them is vividly described as "Crescent Moon for Sale of Snacks".

In Akiba today, business as lonely as snack bars and restaurants is rare.

Whatever you say, all food only tastes the same.

Drinkers and taverns run by non-player characters exist to set the game age for "Elder Tail". There are also many places to serve meals in the lodging.

But all the food we take in those places tastes the same. It would be cheap bean porridge, but it would be the finest roast chicken, but it's all just a tasteless "damp pancake". The taste is strangely hard to swallow, even though it is not greasy and damp, and I feel disgusted enough to keep eating it.

The same goes for drinks. Whatever you ask for, shades vary, but the smell and taste are only well water itself. The only difference is alcoholic beverages, but this one tastes exactly the same. I don't even have the feeling of burning my alcohol-specific throat, just suddenly drunkenness comes.

Under such circumstances, there are no human beings going to the tavern or dining room.

Of course, there are a few human beings who, for example, head to the place where they said so in search of a place to rest or to sit. There can be a demand that places with chairs lined up in the shade are more thankless than stand-up in the square. But even them like that aren't visiting for a meal.

It's the cheapest meal they order, and the implications are strong: the "price of sitting in a seat".

In the city of Akiba today, many players procure food items from non-player characters or markets.

All food items tasted the same, and apparently it was possible to nourish them before the selection criteria became price-only.

Sometimes battle-based guild humans ask for food items that they say so because of the effect of temporarily elevating their stats, but from an overall point of view, that kind of demand would be only slight, not even 1%.

For the overwhelming majority of players, the food item is "bait you can no longer expect" and if you don't eat it, you're just eating it because hunger is intolerable. If so, I would be able to cloud that it is natural to buy something less expensive.

The result was a price reduction match to the point of being awesome.

The production of food items in this world is very fast. No matter how luxury food items are, just choose from the Create menu. The creation is completed in ten seconds.

If you have enough ingredients, you can make 300 meals per hour. Since the catastrophe, there has also been an increase in the number of cooks, and cheap food items are set to explode in the market.

Since the buying side does not have a buying criterion other than the price, naturally even the producer's side does not have to bother to make high level food items where obtaining materials is cumbersome. Because demand can be met with low-level food items, you can supply them cheaply.

Prices fell from the market rationale I said so, and despite the fact that it was an act that everyone needed if they were a person called "meals" and consumption involving one of the three greatest desires, the trade in food items was in a chilled out situation.

How did you start a snack store in such a cold environment? That would have been the feeling of the inhabitants of the city of Akiba who saw the ascent.

Even if you are a "cook", the method of streaming the created items to the market prevails. Sometimes it is said that there is no more trouble, but there is stress that cannot be done by hand selling.

That would be natural, too. People who buy food items they make only think of them as "bait." There is no such thing as a craftsman who is happy to sell to customers what he/she thinks tastes bad when he/she eats it. Even on the side I'm making, if it's true, I want you to be happy it's delicious, but I can't see you smiling like that.

Even among the open-air sales production jobs, the "cook" was no longer visible.

But when the sun climbed to a good angle and the timing was noon an hour later, the surprise ripples began to spread.

Probably made the creation in the guild hall or some kitchen. When a large quantity of packaging was delivered to each temporary store, it began to smell unspeakable and good.

That smells like burning oil. Seductive incense with a mixture of spices.

At the same time, a slender, tall woman advances forward, loosening her green hair and raising her voice.

"Open one today. Go ahead! Snack Sales Crescent Moon! Good news for you, who are devouring the tastelessness of your daily meals! Now's the time to get your" real meal ”back! Delicious, delicious! Drop your cheeks!"

Marielle no longer screams in her mouth with more than half the yakeshit.

The guild's "seamstress" outfit is a family or fast-food clerk's outfit: a pure white blouse with a pink pinstripe tight skirt and a large bright salmon pink bow with a frilly apron.

Serara, who was waiting next to it, raises a desperately thin voice as to what she should lose.

"Thank you very much! Thank you. Thank you! Thank you for your purchase!

I don't know how nervous I was, but I'll hand out the billa at hand with a series of "thank you" from before I've sold one yet.

- Crescent burger, fifteen gold coins. Super Crescent Burger, thirty gold coins. Kakari Chicken, (1) 18 Gold Coins, (3) 50 Gold Coins. Fish & Chips, 10 (Small) Gold Coins, 20 (Large) Gold Coins. Black Rose Tee, 5 (Cop) Gold Coins, 15 (Water Bottle) Gold Coins.

Billa has the opening headline and a menu.

Poor menu compared to the burger shop that was on Earth, but still enough to invite home grief for players in the city of Akiba.

Some customers buy from fragrant smells and wild horse guts.

The price can't be cheaper than flattery. Rather, expensive.

In the city of Akiba, the price to rent the cheapest room of the inn overnight is about ten gold coins at the lowest rank. Food items are available in as many as five pieces of gold per meal. Think of it that way, it would be three to six times the price per meal. This is not a small expense.

But at the same time, it's not an amount you can't buy.

The amount you need to survive in this other world is small. As long as there's a worst sleeping bag, such as a place to sleep, you don't even need to take an inn.

There are many ruins. You don't have to struggle if you just outperform the night dew. Even food is overflowing the market with inexpensive items, and clothing and equipment are not bought that often.

Of course, if you look upstairs, you can live with 15 gold coins a day if you chop them up. Rather, the less money you spend.

If you spend 1,000 gold coins, etc., that's a troubling price range compared to purchasing magic items, etc., but it's a world where anyone can spend a dozen gold coins with a sense of pennies.

From that psychology, wild horses buy several products.

Marielle and Serara smile and admire the customer who bought them. The young male member, who was carrying a cooked wrap in the guild hall, also smiled and said, "Thank you!" The cry echoes the voice.

The wild horseman, who tickled quickly with half the anticipation, was to taste the shock of losing his hips.

"Become! Become! What is this?!?

It tastes good. That's all in words, but for the humans who experienced it, the emotion was just enough for heaven and earth to turn upside down.

The meat tastes like meat.

Lettuce makes you feel squeaky and vegetable toothpick good.

Tomatoes are juicy with a good acidity.

The lightly baked bread is sweet, buttery smooth, and the tingling spiciness of the painted chili.

Every taste was fresh and inspiring.

That was far from perfect in terms of completeness. In the original world, it is more like home cooking than a restaurant, and not tasty enough to decorate the rolls of a gourmet magazine. But in this world, I could not complain about the peak taste.

He ate in his infatuation while enjoying his tearful vision.

Definitely the best thing I've eaten since I was born. I don't have time to go around thinking like that. The burger in front of me is gone.

He even flattened the gravy on the wrapper.

I didn't feel ashamed.

As embarrassing as I am, I am stopping the tears that are overflowing from both eyes.

The same shock he felt ran through the city of Akiba less than an hour later.

That was a revolutionary catastrophe, in the same sense that it suddenly gave people with only monochrome vision a full color vision of total natural colors.

The people of the city of Akiba seemed to recall in a discerning way how disenlivened they were. The importance of saying that meals were delicious was something people had completely forgotten and had given up on.

"Snack Sales Crescent Moon" became the latest myth in the city of Akiba.

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Marielle's office also looked like a battlefield.

In front of Marielle's luxurious executive desk, which was placed from the beginning, a disappointing but qualitative conference desk is set up and the adorable sofa is forced to retreat to the corner of the room.

A pile of materials and documents on that conference desk.

They are all substitutes for Henrietta, the accountant, and Shiloe, the operations officer, who has surprisingly written down fine numbers.

Cutting off the first day of the startling opening, the return of the Alliance members to Guildhall would have been around ten o'clock at night. Many members were sinking all over the place in a tiring that also beat a strong monster opponent for a whole day of hunting.

Health in this world seems to have something to do with status - that is, level. If it is the Middle-level (Middle-Moon Alliance), then how it looks is normal, rather it should praise the good fight.

But that's how they fell in, with the sales squad on their asses, and Siloe and Henrietta, that's what Hell's Evil Ghosts kept fighting about their paperwork opponents at such a rate that they also escaped.

The corners of the room are packed with paper and ink kettles created by Siloe with the skills of the "Writer". Drawing dozens of blank sheets from it, Henrietta wrote the latest numbers without saying anything, and raised her face with one loud exhale.

"Today's tally is over."

"Good luck"

Siloe also raises her gaze at the word and stops her hand.

"If you want to comfort me, please give me Akatsuki"

"... I won't give it to you, but you can pretend for an hour."

"Well!"

While shifting his gaze away from Henrietta, who blinks her eyes and twists herself to joy, Siloe takes out of her hand a paper stuffed with numbers.

"You have a lower disposal rate than expected."

"Because the customer line was uninterrupted. - You can say the number of appointments is completely off."

"And is it still a stockpile of materials..."

"It will be."

The numbers at hand for the two are within the forecast. Instead, it has conveyed a fair amount of fondness, but still, it's not like there's no problem. Although it is a major sales operation that cites the total power of the Mitsuki Alliance, it necessarily consumes more ingredients than it is cooking.

During the preparation period, we hunted and stockpiled monsters and animals to drop materials, and even today, the first day of the store, we have organized one party, including a direct line and a dragon, to collect them, but we will keep consuming the materials at this pace for about four days.

"... I knew there was nothing wrong with the material"

"Buy, start?

"I'll be waiting for your sister Mari's reply."

Siloe and Henrietta try to manipulate some more numbers to run simulations of different patterns. Reduce or increase the menu, for example. Increase or decrease the price.

In any combination, stockpiles of materials will not last five days. Again, in the warehouse and mobilisation power of a small guild called the "Three Moons Alliance", this line seemed to be the limit.

"Don't be ridiculous."

When the consideration is over and the two reach for tea, the door opens wide and Marielle enters the office. She may not have been called into a conversation between the two, but the exasperated Marielle strokes her sneezy and siloed head as she approaches with her usual bright smile, without showing tiredness.

"Silo boy, you're annoying. And Henrietta."

Henrietta, cuddled up with that big breast, greets "Welcome home, Marie," with a creepy expression of familiarity with the usual.

Instead of going to the butler's desk, Marielle, who occupies one conference desk chair, pours a bottle of black leaf tea into three glasses, including herself, that she has been creeping from the kitchen. I change my name to Black Rose Tea when I sell it in the store, but it has nothing to do with roses. The name is a complete Henrietta hobby.

"Did you do it? Sales Ha!"

Marielle asks with her eyes shining.

(I'm Osaka where I say this...... Well, it's not a problem because she's cute)

Henrietta begins a numerical situation report, beside Siloe sneaking in to sigh.

"The sale was 43,776 gold coins. The number of visitors is 1152 and the price per customer is roughly 38 gold coins. The prepared Crescent Burgers and Super Crescent Burgers are sold out. Other items sold out, except for black rose tees"

"Wow! Don't be ridiculous! When it comes to 40,000 pieces of gold, uh, this is the Alliance's monthly budget..."

"Forty times"

"Yes, 40x Yan!! You're making a lot of money. If you go at this rate, you won't achieve five million gold coins in no time!

Marielle dances out with a groom as she heads for the conference desk. Siroe sneaks her gaze off its swinging chest and stops "You can't make it at all, Sister Mari".

"Really?"

"'Cause that's a simple thought, 120 days. It'll take you three months."

"No, 'cause we're full of customers. Freshly? I still have people I want if I want to sell them. So buy more."

Shiloe, who raised one hand to block Marielle's words, argues.

"There will probably be more than tens of thousands of potential customers. There are more than 15,000 players in this city of Akiba. But that's not the problem, it's the number of stores and the amount of merchandise you can prepare, which comes from the number of members of the March Alliance."

"Really?

Henrietta politely explains to Marielle the troubled look that she did not fully understand.

"Yeah, you're right. Assuming that it takes five minutes per person for one seller to give the goods to the customer face to face to account, there are twelve people to be exposed to per hour - 96 in eight hours of operation. 960 in a system of 10 sellers. We've sold everyone in the Tri-Smoon Alliance, and the number of judging customers is limited to 3,000 every day.

Besides, that system is a number when you specialize in purchasing, purchasing, cooking, and clerical handling - just throwing and “selling in stores”. That's not a very good number to maintain...... In that sense, I think the seller and the number of people we sort into cooking, chores, and purchases are best balanced by the plan we put in place. And the result of doing business on that balance. "

Henrietta points to the paperwork in a teacher-like manner.

"A little over a thousand guests, roughly equal to the number of visitors today, that is. … which means that on the scale of the March Alliance, no matter how many users are looking for an item, they can only handle up to 1,000 people a day."

"I don't know... Uh-huh. Even though it's time to make money."

Marielle frowned with an unfortunate look on that pointer, but immediately re-minded and cut back.

"Well, how about more people? I think I can gather Alliance members now. Oh, my God. Rapidly growing stocks in the city of Akiba, miracle snacks Crescent Moonburger General Headquarters Yamon. See?"

"That's no good"

Now Siloe does nothing.

"It's not a good idea to doubt it, either, but if we recruit members at this time of year, I think it's just spies that come in. Because the only advantages now are the secrets of how to cook. You can't risk that."

"Agreed."

Well, Marielle sighs.

"Sister Mari, the purpose of this operation is not money in the first place."

"Yeah...... Shit! I was blind to the big money right now, we were.... but you don't have the money, do you? He said it would take three months. That means we won't make it... I figured we'd use the other hand? Success?

Henrietta smiles at Marielle's weak question.

"It's okay. If I were a decent merchant, I wouldn't say no. I'm telling you, no doubt about it. If you had such a weak head, Pompokopi, you'd be sentenced to a palate optimal notch. Wow."

Siloe smiles bitterly at Henrietta's smile.

It's definitely the Henrietta I stuck with, and the plan draws much the same line as what Siloe assumed. But we still don't know how far Henrietta's going to "do it".

Siloe confirms the plan in her brain. Developments in the coming days will require the three of us to successfully negotiate each of them.

"Well, Mr. Henrietta, please negotiate over there. I'll take care of the details."

"I got it. Leave it to me."

Henrietta smiles with a small neck on her face.

"Sister Mari purchased merchandise."

"Okay. Uh, we don't like numbers..."

"I will accompany you in your explanation of the conditions if you put together a major agreement. … or let's not negotiate my side and the merchandise together. It'll save you more time."

Siloe relieves Henrietta, who encourages Marielle.

Henrietta was much more competent than Siloe thought. I had the impression that I could hang up from a relationship until now or from a piece of her language, but I wasn't expecting to be able to get this far.

Marielle, who has a huge amount of equipment but is missing somewhere, is sure to need company like Henrietta and Xiaolong.

Reminds me of Akatsuki, who is still on a special assignment and weary of hunting during the day, a direct line who bought a warehouse and left, and Nyata, who is continuing to take down the Crescent Burger for sale tomorrow.

(Guys, as I was hoping, you're doing more than that. If I lose like this, I can only say that I am responsible...)

"What have you done? Siro Fong."

"Nothing."

Am I the companion they deserve? Such a thought only blurs the back of my brain.

But that's for a moment. I have a responsibility to "be worthy" of not lying to them for my people who have waited for me like that.

I promised Akatsuki that day, as I swore in front of my direct heirs, Yanyanta, Marielle and the others.

No, you deserve it or you don't. Such an inquiry is in itself insensitive and pointless. Making the current operation a success now. In that repetition there is barely a way to fulfill our responsibilities as the sayings and hands of a plan with everyone's help.

"I will root for the meeting. What we're doing right now, it's all down to you. Prepare for the festival to keep your hands free."

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Marielle softens her fingertips and sighs, not knowing how many times it will be. I laugh confidently in front of everyone, but I have no confidence in the behavior of a genre I have no experience with.

I know why Siloe nominated herself.

Indeed, if you are a small or medium-sized guild in the city of Akiba, you know quite a lot about yourself. The person I'm going to meet now is also one of Marielle's facial acquaintances who, in that sense, can cloud me as an easy person to talk to. Nevertheless... quite a big place among them.

Pull all over the outfit.

I meant to pull out some superior clothes at first, but I'm slightly restless. That's natural, too. I've never had "business talks" in the game, and I don't think a lot of people have had that experience.

When it comes to exploring and hunting, there is no alternative to a profit-oriented choice. Unless otherwise special, the basic design line will be medieval European-style fantasy costumes. That is, avant-garde warriors are metal armor. Zhongwei's offensive positions include cladding and leather armor.

Restorative positions vary, but "therapeutic clerics" (clerics) like Marielle can also be relatively heavily armed, so would it be reasonable to have lightweight chest armor with leather feet, tunics, and a cape? It can be arranged with the guild crest or dyed slightly, but the appearance of the equipment chosen for performance purposes cannot be changed.

But I'm pretty free for what I spend all over the city.

"Elder Tail" was indeed a medieval fantasy-inspired RPG, but it wasn't just a classic, either, and employed much more arranged artwork in the so-called prevailing wind.

Based on medieval European-inspired fashion, he has a fairly chic culture of clothing, ranging from so-called tacky clothing, where he says it's a made-up outfit for Japanese, Ethnic, and even uniforms.

With regard to model data and item data, it can be assumed that this is also normal, as subcontracting development and server operating companies in each region had significant authority.

Thanks, this world is not the same as the original world, and this area that hits Japan doesn't seem that hot and humid. At this time of summer, fashion options are vast - it seems too wide for Marielle - but the fashion people can really wear varies from casual fashion that says cotton tunic shirts on half pants, players wearing fantasy-inspired robes, ancient Greek-style toga, dressed Japanese costumes if you think so, armored samurai, to haute couture suits.

Today Marielle was an outfit called Mermaid Line Long Skirt on a white silk blouse. No jacket, but with the cape loose on his shoulder. The Guild's "Seamstress" had issued a V sign, but I'm worried this would have been a good idea.

"You mustn't grate."

Henrietta next door speaks with her front facing.

That's the usual loose wavy honey-colored hair, black ribbon. Maybe it's a girl's hobby monotone dress.

Marielle thinks it's strong to have her own style, etc.

"It's okay, Yabari."

"Don't be anxious. Negotiations must be vigorous and challenging. In the first place, this is the easiest needle hole you've got to get through, right? Even if it fails, the cover is in the position to put it in. It's not a negotiation without later."

Marielle nods at Henrietta's voice.

The first negotiation that needs to be made today is "procurement of materials". If we do not succeed in replenishing the material items that are hanging on the bottom as soon as possible, tomorrow, even if it is good, we will have merchandising from around the day after tomorrow.

Conversely, if we successfully negotiate the procurement of materials here, we will be able to concentrate our efforts on cooking and store sales in the future.

And then...

(After that, you should think about it. There are both Henrietta and Shilobo. If you defend your position, I'm sure Shilobo will do something about it. We are fully committed to this negotiation or)

"That said, my next mission will be somewhat easier if today's negotiations are a great success. Don't get distracted. Unless you hit it."

"Hih. We're under pressure."

As soon as I was about to reopen it, Marielle became weak as I turned on Henrietta's cool cling. After all, humans are unsuitable. When Poker Face was unlikely to learn how to do it, he renewed his self-assessment.

"Ya! Sorry to keep you waiting"

What showed up was a player with sharp eyes. A human man with scissor-colored hair and eyes, his name is Karasin. In the city of Akiba, he is the guild master of the third-largest production-based guild, the Eighth Shopping District.

Karasin greets him casually when he closes the door and takes his seat.

This is a tavern near the city's central square, one of its private rooms. I owe you about two hours for a few pieces of gold, and it's good for a secret conversation.

From Marielle's point of view, Karasin is familiar with his face.

There were times when we were hunting together when we were still running out.

Both Marielle and Karasin are among those who have launched their guilds, so they rarely go out with each other nowadays, but the connection next to each other is surprisingly never weak.

It would be more convenient to cooperate and disseminate information, especially if the ranges are different from each other, as in the case of Karasin's Guild (8th Shopping District) and the Mitsuki Alliance. Karasin and Marielle are still in touch with each other.

"Wow, Mr. Marier looks pretty scary. What can I do for you today?

Karasin has spoken out effortlessly in such a relationship.

The scale is different between Karasin's Guild (8th Shopping District) and Marielle's Tri-Smoon Alliance, although it is old fashioned.

The Mitsukishi Alliance sounds good when it comes to the mutual aid type of around 30 people, but in short, it's a store guild for anything. It is a guild where middle-sized adventurers belong to drill their own paths and engage in adventures with their peers.

Karasin's guild (Eighth Shopping District) is a so-called artisan guild that is completely specialized in production. We will not support combat or exploration. It focuses on the accommodation of materials among its members, the exchange of finished product items at wholesale value, trading, etc. The number is the third largest in Akiba following IOM and the Roderick Chamber of Commerce, with about 700 members.

Since the Catastrophe, the fighting has changed dramatically.

Being as skilled as siloes and direct successors will allow for a variety of reflections on what has changed in battle, including the performance of each stunt and even the ecology of enemy monsters, but it will end up in the presence of "fear that must be fought in life" for the overwhelming majority of players.

Even a level monster that can easily be won if you fight it is horrible if you fight it alive. Cursed by swords, axes, fangs, nails and flames that strike. Even if you know with your head that you can handle it as long as the level is high enough, there are never a few players with limp feet at the smell and fear of blood in the battlefield.

If you're going to be trapped in this other world, that's the only way. But I don't want to fight if I can. There are more players who think so than you can imagine.

I don't know the exact number, but in Marielle's opinion, nearly half of all players since the Catastrophe will be classified as such "players who want to avoid battle".

In the wake of such a current chase, the production-based guild greatly extended its power.

The most powerful production guild in Akihabara today (IOM) has 2,500 members. The second-largest "Roderick Chamber of Commerce" has 1,800 people.

Plus 700 people in the Eighth Mall led by Karasin right in front of you, that's five thousand. There will be many other smaller production-based guilds. Prior to the Catastrophe, there were not many players specializing in production so far. This is also a change caused by the Catastrophe.

I have a request for the Eighth Mall for today.

Marielle cuts out.

"What is it?

Karasin responds to Marielle with a more serious expression than usual, refreshingly. Even as a Karasin, you should be thinking about the meaning of what Marielle has called in this period.

Marielle has successfully sold "Snack Sales Crescent Moon".

From the point of view of the production guild, she is in a position to put a royal hand on all the food in this world. Players who have eaten dishes with rich flavours will no longer be able to return to their original tasteless food items so that once they are familiar with full colors, they will not be able to return to monochrome.

Karasin has now received reports that sales of food items on the market have slowed sharply over the past few days.

Elder Tail is no longer a game.

Now this other world is the second reality, whether we have the means to return to the original world or not, which we have not found. Even if death is spared there, no one can spare life.

About 30,000 players in Japan's server-managed region cannot escape the curse of living there.

To exaggerate, at least in this Far East region, it is the Tri-Smoon Alliance, Marielle, that holds the initiative for food supply. At least, it should look that way from Karasin.

(Wow, Karasin would look like a merchant.

I knew I couldn't be halfway there if I led the Great Zone.)

Marielle feels that way about Karasin, who is nervous but shows her temper. If Henrietta hadn't told me, "I was strong enough to hold the initiative in every negotiation," I'd lose my back.

"A request is a purchase. Material items used in our guild are consumed externally, so I'm asking for a purchase.

Specifically, "young deer meat”, “lettuce", “tomato". “flour”, “potatoes". “halhalhal fish". Then “thunderbird meat"... around. I will discuss the detailed quantity and price, but you think the quantity is quite necessary. "

"Purchase?"

Karasin's response is unpleasant.

Probably expected it. That is also, to some extent, normal.

The Three Moons Alliance is small. Anyone can expect to run out of stockpiles in no time if we continue our massive business. In that case, the supply of goods has to stop.

The number of members, the number of materials that can be hunted and purchased by ourselves, the stockpiling of the warehouse… the fact that it is a request that takes into account all the things that have been said is an immediate understanding for both Marielle who asked for it and Karasin who has just heard it.

"... how much and how much?

In response to Karasin's question, Marielle answers some numbers when she takes out a note.

"Really..."

Karasin takes a slow breath and gives him a contemplative look. Perhaps you're wondering if you'll take the request.

Normally, this is not a losing deal. If you are also a major producer guild of the size of the Eighth Shop District, you will have many material items in a large warehouse. In recent times, it should also be difficult to stock up on releasing material items that are only a bundle of threads, even if cooked and sold in price reduction competition, at a fair price to the outside world.

If necessary, monitor the market and buy cheap ingredients just given. There is also an operation to resell it to the March Alliance.

From a commercial point of view, there is no element to be rejected.

That was the conclusion drawn by Marielle and Henrietta.

But that doesn't mean it's easy for me to take it on. "Because we're now the focus of attention. Even the other side won't be OK with two replies to a delicious purchase story. I've decided to try to eat more somehow." Marielle remembers Henrietta's words like that.

After a period of silence, Karasin had a social grin

"Is that still the ingredient used in" Snack Sales Crescent Moon "?," he asked. Marielle replies with a smile.

"Snack Sales Crescent Moon is thriving."

"Thanks to you, everyone's happy, and our cook's smiling."

"... is that still, in a new recipe?

"Ugh, this [cook] is a handyman."

Marielle smiles and answers the conversation that puts Karasin's exploration in.

From the edge Marielle, who smiles like Nico and Sunflower from the beginning, may seem aware of everything and stands big, but Marielle herself, at this point, is the best.

I'm feeling like I'm not going to stop sweating cold because I'm going to bore Karasin's questions, too.

But he said, "Whatever happens, Sister Mari, smile. That's what matters most. Anyway, if you keep smiling, other things can be helped by other people in charge," Siloe tells me.

Marielle kept smiling in a slightly self-abandoning mood. It is a cheap sale with a smile. Slightly saggy blue eyes loosen and a melting smile appeared. Marielle herself has no consciousness of the fact that the larger breasts and maternal atmosphere go hand in hand with the development of natural barriers that cannot be pursued any further.

"I will consider the purchase thoroughly, but I wonder at this time. In order to expand the number of retailers at once, the Eighth Shopping District and the March Alliance..."

"Excuse me, Mr. Karasin, it's time."

Henrietta calls in a clear voice to block Karasin's words.

"Time?"

"Yes, I have the next person."

Marielle looks all bad in the calm Henrietta's voice and hands together.

"I'm sorry, Karasin. It's old fashioned, so I let it slide in just a little bit, but Henrietta said it had to be really equal."

"Uh, what do you mean? Mr. Marier."

"Ugh."

Marielle asks Henrietta sideways. It's not acting around here, it's vegetarian. From time to time, Marielle doesn't have a head start on Henrietta when it comes to money spending.

"I also have a business meeting with IOM and the Roderick Chamber of Commerce. It's a different matter..."

"Separate cases?"

"Seya. It's all right. I don't know, about the sale of Crescent Moon."

"Huh!"

Karasin's complexion changes.

The Eighth Mall is certainly the third-largest production guild in Akiba, but the IOM and the Roderick Chamber of Commerce are even more gigantic. Even IOM alone is a giant organization with three times as many participating members as the Eighth Mall. Karasin and the others (Eighth Shopping District) will no longer be able to participate in such a large capital and start a business conversation.

"We do, we all want to get along. Eighth Mall is being taken care of, right? It's also old fashioned. So I'd really like you to be present at the Eighth Mall.... but about the purchase. Henrietta says we have to fix this."

"You mean solve it? If we don't set up an immediate purchasing environment, we won't be able to move on to the next step, will we? Marie."

To Marielle's words Henrietta frowns and speaks to Marielle as if to teach a toddler.

"Wait. Marie. Then Mr. Henrietta.

What does the March Alliance think?

What do you mean, invested? "

Marielle opens her mouth to Karasin's inquiry. Henrietta turns to Karasin, touching her sneaky fingertips in that crease.

"How much value can the Eighth Mall place on the value of that information?

In Henrietta's enigmatic glance, Karasin is pierced. Either way, I don't suppose the purchase is going to cost the Eighth Mall. When he narrows his eyes slightly, he declares with determination.

"An earlier request," Eighth Mall ", will be accepted responsibly.

“Potatoes" for “young deer meat," “lettuce," “tomato," “flour." Halhalhal fish ”and“ thunderbird meat. ”Deliver 3200 each. The first delivery is in the early morning the day after tomorrow.... the price is 50,000 gold coins"

"Forty thousand."

"... ok. Karasin of the Eighth Mall undertakes this contract."

"Good. And Karasin. That's it. Yeah? I need you to attend the next business meeting and listen."

"Yeah, you're right."

At the same time Henrietta nods, you can hear the bell in Marielle's ear. That was a signal to let the next visitor know.